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Our wedding plans are in full swing. The most exciting part so far has been all of the thrifting for bits and pieces. In the beginning, we said we would part with anything we didn’t absolutely need or have space for. But after having spent so much time and energy hunting these things down- and falling in love with each and every one of them in my own way- I’m having a hard time imagining them gone.

So I’ve reasoned that they won’t be leaving for good, but instead adopted by friends and family whom I know will truly adore them. I’ve already picked out recipients for quite a few of the pieces.

The hardest thing to find so far? Cake stands. I have yet to see a single one.

This weekend will again be filled with wedding fun. I’m booked clear in to August and our first truly free weekend will come with our honeymoon. But I’m not complaining. I’m having way too much fun with all of this. In another life, I think I was a collector, or an antique shop curator. Perhaps even a prop stylist. I swear, I could do this as a second job!

The blogging train is finally pulling back into my station. And just in the nick of time. I am supposedly eyeball deep in wedding planning, though I’ve come to understand one gigantic principle that governs the arrangement of nuptial ceremonies: they just plain can’t happen if you don’t have the capital. That is, if you want the wedding of your simple little poor person dreams, even that can come at such a price that you feel depressed and discouraged at the mere thought of how much you’ll shell out for, oh, say, 100 mexican pastries instead of a cake.

I am quite close to being serious about that. Our plans have literally shrunk in size as the months pass. We have yet to pick a venue (if you know me in real life, you can stomp hounding. As soon as we know, you will know. Believe me. I will email/call/text/poke you in person the moment we so much as agree on a decent site to have this lil shindig). I don’t know how anyone ever decides on the exact spot to carry out their vows. We can’t get over how contrived and mechanical all these so called “venues” seem. It might just be something we have to get over, however, as a family friend with property in the country whose willing to let us and 100 of our closest friends get margarita’d up is proving impossible to come by. If you know anyone- and I mean ANYONE- get a hold of me. I wish I were kidding- I’m that desperate.

At this rate, I’ll be making Matt looking the younger of us two come wedding day. Bald? HA. I’ll see your male pattern baldness and raise you with one female premature white head o’ hair. I never know which is worse.

Mark my word, though. We will marry before the year is through! Even if it’s at the court house on New Years eve…